'Party with the Cops'

Cops...the police...mamu...tullus..no matter how you term them, they can be associated with two things.. protection and corruption.Though after the Mumbai disaster, majority of us have realised that to protect is their job but the latter is what they have been more famous for.

Ask any college student and they will have tons to tell about their endless experiences with the cops.But only a few of them get etched in the head.And here is one of them...

December 2007, the Christmas spirit in the air.This is when I and all my school friends come back to Delhi from our various colleges spread all over the world.Anyways we decided to have a re-union. My apartment in Gurgaon was the perfect place.



The date and the time were decided. The things to be bought(liquor,snacks,smokes,etc,etc)were listed. I made the calls and informed everyone in town.The bash was on.

D day...

Almost everyone I had invited reached my place.Then the usual hugs and Amit's PJs(which no one laughed to),Kitten's(Arpan) sex stories, etc etc started. We were back in school.The music was played. Then the beer bottles opened...Blenders Pride poured.Cheers to a long and successful life.

It was 9 at night and empty glasses kept on being filled...Amit was still busy with his PJs(but this time everyone laughed)and most of us were slowly being transformed from normal, active human beings to slow paced cows.Photographs were taken and the empty glasses filled yet again.This went on till 2 in the morning.Few of the cows were still wandering all over the flat in search for more whiskey and few of them were just still...really still, standing in one place and staring at the walls.Anyways,when the last drop of alcohol was finished,some smart ass(too drunk to remember who) asked...

Smart ass:" Guys what about food?"

And not that we were particularly hungry but the heavy intoxication was playing on us and the very mention of the word food made all of us believe that we were famished. It was 2:30 in the morning and all of us( except the still cows) were on our way to 'Zaika Dhaba'.



We somehow reached Zaika without injuring anyone.(Btw ppl please don't drink and drive). The food was ordered and the hungry cows were unleashed.Mid way into the meal, a tall, well-built person, wearing a black jacket walked to our table.
I noticed his khaki pants and knew exactly who the gentleman was...yes.. you guessed it... the cops were in the house.

Cop:"Aur bhaiyo, kay haal chaal?"
(Hello brothers, how are things?)

I tried all the sign language that I knew to communicate to Amit the identity of the dangerous man but the fool was so engrossed in his butter chicken, that he didn't even turn his head around to notice the cop and completely ignored me and made the biggest boo boo.

Amit to the Cop:" Kuch nahi boss...woh jo 7 roti mangai thi, woh bhej de na."
( Nothing boss, just send the 7 chapatis that we had ordered)

I almost pissed in my pants.

Cop to Amit:" Bawri tu pehley roti kha ley phir thaney chal"
(Brother you eat the chapatis first and then come with me to the police station)

Amit turned around immediately...his mouth wide open, almost falling into a coma. The cop went outside the dhaba. All of us stared at each other, too shocked to say another word.Then we looked at the food on our table ...looked up again and then again looked down. We attacked the food , trying to grab whatever we could because possible our next meal would be at the Gurgaon police station.



Part 2...to be continued...

'The Mystery of the Missing Petrol'

AC is back in the house.My apologies for the third part of the Villains episode.Will publish it real soon.

How many of you drive a car,are still in college and reside in a hostel? And if that is the case, m sure that money is always an issue with you guys. Lets spend more on the booze and food...who cares about the electricity bills, soap, tooth paste...etc.etc. I know this sounds disgusting but it is a fact. Hostelers have their priorities messed up. And I am one of them and unfortunately I have a car.

Now some of you may be cursing me...' The lucky SOB has a car...what else does he want'. But let me tell you that I do have the comfort of not travelling in a broken down MTC bus but I also have an additional problem...maintenance and petrol bills and the extra financial burden is a pain in the butt. So I end up filling the minimum fuel possible in my car...enough to get me to the destination.No wonder, the needle of my car fuel meter never reaches the half tank mark. And this gets embarrassing when I go to a petrol pump.

Petrol Pump worker: "How much?"

Me:" Boss, 60 rupees"

The poor guy cannot stop laughing and I just try to act normal and hand him the 60 bucks as quickly as possible and drive out.My lack of moola for fuel did get me into big trouble.

It was a perfect normal day. Sun shining...birds chirping.Choo and me decided to go for a movie...Body of Lies.We took the bus because both of us wanted to save some money. It was a 2 hr motion picture.With smiles on our faces, satisfied with the movie, we walked out of the theater...only to find that it was raining cats and dogs.

Me: "What a wrong day to take the bus...God has had too much to drink"

Choo:"Relax...the rain will slow down"

But Choo was wrong. The rain got heavier and our faces gloomier. There was no other option but to take the auto. Luckily, Choo found one of her friends at the entrance, waiting for the weather to improve.(BTW she had just seen Roadside Romeo).The three of us decided to share an auto to Adyar(My car was parked there).We rolled up our jeans and ran to each and every auto we located , trying to bargain. But those buggers could see our desperation and refused to go below 150.We had no choice.

The auto ride to Adyar was comfortable because the auto driver was the one getting worked up.I tell you, driving in Chennai and that too in the rain is fked up. The shitty city has no drainage system. Anyways, after reaching Adyar, I opened my BIG mouth.

Me:" Choo lets go to BAYWATCH for a burger...we'll take my car and I can drop your friend too"

Choo:"Yeah sure...sounds good"

But little did I know that driving a car on that particular day would be one of my biggest nightmares...not because it was raining but because people were protesting all over Chennai against the killings of their so called brothers in Sri Lanka.What crap.Basically, the politicians had forced school and collg students to form a human chain all across the city. Moreover God had decided to take a huge leak, adding to the misery.

The three of us got into my Maruti Zen and off we were to Besant Nagar(Happy that we saved the auto fare to Bessie).I took the shortest root to Bessie, trying to save as much fuel as possible(Yes...I am a cheapo).But the road was blocked. People shouting everywhere and cars banging into other cars.It was chaos.I somehow managed to take a U turn( ppl abusing me in the background). But I didn't care and took the dangerous about turn and off we were to Bessie...once again.

The fogging of my wind shield was another problem and Choo was drawing smileys on the wind shield which did not help me a bit.BAYWATCH...here I come.

Suddenly,the water level on the road started increasing and before I knew it, my car was sinking and the three of us along with it.Choo and her friend started chanting the 'Gayathri Mantra'.I knew that no amount of chanting cld save us. It was upto me to get all of us back on dry land.I switched to the first gear and pressed the accelerator as hard as I could. Slowly and steadily, we got out of the mess. I took a huge sigh of relief. We were very lucky.Finally we reached BAYWATCH.

After stuffing ourselves with some unhealthy shit, I dropped Choo's friend and the two of us decided to call it a day and get back home.But the final blow was yet to come.

We were on our way back to Adyar and were stuck in a terrible traffic jam, courtesy the fking politician drama.But the slow pace did not bother us.We were quite relaxed, with our tummies full. Then I saw my fuel meter and my mouth opened(this time naturally). The needle was below the E mark. I didn't get it. I had seen the meter before leaving for Bessie. It was normal...just above the white line above the E mark...I had just filled in 120 bucks worth of fuel...just enough fuel to get me to and fro from Bessie.Then why was the meter showing that my car had no fuel. I may be a cheapster...but m not stupid to drive a car with negligible fuel.Maybe the fuel meter had conked off. There was no time to think because I was stuck in a massive jam, car being driven in the first gear, which could stop anytime.I panicked and started shouting and abusing everyone on the road plus their families too. I had to release my tension.What could I do...what could I do???

Choo:" Relax dude, I'll go to a petrol pump and get some fuel for you in a bottle"

Me:" Thank you....thank you...thank you...ha...please please please"

I readily emptied out my wallet and sent Choo off for petrol shopping.Everytime the jam got stagnant, I switched off my engine and then turned it on again to move another six inches forward.Every, ml of fuel mattered.And one smart ass, on seeing that I was using a newspaper to clean my wind shield advised me to put on the AC instead. I gave him a half smile and at the same time wished that I could shoot the bastard.Engine off ...engine on...6 inched forward....engine off...engine on...another 6 inches forward...engine off....This went on for another half an hour. Then I saw Choo cming back with a big smile on her face.

She got into the car and handed me the two mineral water bottles filled with petrol.The car was in the middle of the jam but I open my fuel tank and did the needful. People all around me, smiled...some assholes even laughed. I and Choo ignored the fkers(abusing them in our heads) and got back into my humble ZEN, pretending that nothing had happened at all.The staring continued.
Fk them. Anyways I checked my fuel meter and it still pointed below E.

Me:" Fk... we went through all this drama for nothing...the fuel meter has conked off.."

Choo:" Chuck it...we couldn't take the risk.Atleast now we can be more relaxed. You should write a blog on this"

Me(laughing):" I will...I will"

Engine on...another 6 inches forward...but this time the engine remained on. Both Choo and me smiled.

The mystery of the missing petrol had been solved.

'Bangalore Calling... '

Hola people...OK you'll have to wait a bit for part 3 of the Villains episode.

So it was the 14th of September and seven in the morning. My train had just reached Chennai Central from New Delhi. Holiday over...back to the grind. But little did I know that I would be back at the station at night.

The day was over...clothes washed and room cleaned and I had just about managed to get my bearings in place. Then the news came... ' Sep 15th is Anna's B'day, so all colleges are closed'.
Yippee...yahoo..perfect...excitement filled the house. After all we had to celebrate Anna's B'day.
BTW people... Anna is not my female friend...Anna means brother in Tamil and this Anna was the founder of DMK. I guess the politicians also need a day off from all the hard work..ahem ahem!

Let the party begin...

So four of us...Moi, Kammo,Dhaku and Afu(keeping Anna's B'day celebrations in mind)went to 'Sri Sai Ram Andhra Mess' for some cheap but good food. The best part...it was unlimited. After hogging like pigs, it was time to get back home.



But the moment we got out of the mess, a broken down(but reliable) PTC bus stopped in front of us. We looked at each other, no one said anything and all four of us got onto the bus (Great minds think alike). It was ten at night and the bus was going to...you guessed it...Chennai Central.

We were in our shorts and slippers...but then this is Chennai...who the fk cares about how you dress...Ppl ride bikes wearing lungis...Common! We were low on cash and the night was still young. Dhaku came up with a brilliant plan...

Dhaku: “ Guys lets play a prank on someone...lets have some fun”

All of us put our heads together and decided to target our good friend... Singh. We all put in our expertise, called up Singh and told him that we were heading to Blore and that we wanted him to come along. We all knew that if there was anything stupid and wild, Singh would always be game for it. To make it more realistic, we told him to get some cash , a deo and some clothes. It worked and Singh had fallen into the trap.

We reached the station at 11pm and Singh was already there waiting for us(Must have taken an auto). Singh was over excited. He had never been to Blore. So while Kammo and Dhaku distracted Singh, I and Afu stood in the ticket counter line, pretending to buy tickets. I found an old ticket lying on the floor and immediately picked it up. What luck! We went through the arrival -departure list to get an idea of the various trains crossing Chennai.



Me: “ Bought the ticket...train is at 12:20 am”

The plan was to stall Singh as long as possible and Kammo did a wonderful job of diverting Singh's attention, whenever he tried to glance through the arrival-departure list. To add to the drama, we told Singh to call up his friend in Blore and ask him to pick us up from the Blore station at six in the morning. I gave him a fictitious train number. The friend was as enthusiastic as Singh. He agreed. Singh was all ready to get ' Bangalorised'.

While waiting for the so-called train to arrive, we decided to treat ourselves to some burgers...using Singh's cash of course. It was the most satisfying meal...I tell you.

The moment of truth...12:20 am...

All of us were on platform three... the train's whistle blowing in the background. Now the photo session stared... Afu started taking pictures of Singh posing on the platform... in front of the train ...in the train. We could see how happy Singh was....awwwww! And yeah.... I have nothing to do with Singh's T-shirt..Shit does happen to a lot of ppl!





The train started moving and all of us jumped off except Singh. But soon he came back to his senses and got off the train...shocked...surprised...angry...

All of us(in unison): “ BAKRA...BAKRA...BAKRA”



But this was not the end....Singh was confused and lost it again and ran back to catch the train.Singhs are full of surprises. We immediately ran after him to stop him from getting on the train to Trivandrum. Finally, reality dawned on Singh and he joined us in our laughter. Now that is a sporting person for you. Kudos to Singh!

Getting onto the train in the first place is one thing but after finding out that the whole episode was a huge joke and then again climbing onto the train is a blunder...a big boo boo. Trademark of a Singh. Cheers!

So I guess, Singh almost got ' Bangalorised'. LOL! When you have friends like us, who needs enemies. Yeah, and for our good old Singh.... Bangalore is calling!

' Villains of the Night' - Part 2

I’ve been away from my blog for a while now. I have no excuses...I was just being lazy. But now I’m all re-energised coz I’m in Delhi…abundance of food...m in heaven...Woo hoo!

Back to the Chotu tales. So I was telling you all about how Chotu used his...ahem ahem... ‘brain’ to keep us, ‘ Villains of the Night’ behind the hostel gate and boy did he put in his best effort. What a loser! But we showed him who had the brains and shut him up ( Don’t sympathise with Chotu).

Anyways, life went on in the hostel. Chotu tried his level best to boss over people and we became regular buyers and suppliers of KUBER! Then came that unfaithful night...for Chotu of course...he he!

We, ‘Villains of the Night’ were exhausted and decided to have a relaxing evening in the hostel. So after stealing some milk packets from the mess and making some cold coffee, we were ready for a nice action packed movie...Casino Royale...the best 007 movie ever( ppl who disagree...Fk you all)

One o’clock in the morning...

The final scene was on...Bond’s encounter with Mr.White. Then there was a knock on the door. We knew it was Chotu coz there was a special knock required to enter our room...the code and Chotu and his spies had no idea about it.Moreover, Chotu’s knock was quite feminine. And yeah, I forgot to tell you... we were not allowed to use computers in the hostel but then again, we were the villains. So screw the rule. Ok, where was I... yes...So Chotu knocked on our door. We quickly turned off the comp and opened the door.

Chotu entered with Motu( maybe his gay partner). They looked at us and we gave them a stare. No one spoke for a while. This reminded me of Kill Bill, where Uma Thurman faces her enemy with that high pitched background score playing.

Chotu: " Ae, I know what you doing ...tell me truth ya"

Me: " Just talking..."

Chotu: “ You thinking I am fool. You are doing unwanted things ...I am knowing ya.”

Does he think we are homos...unwanted things...!

Kammo(trying not to laugh): “ We were listening to some music”

Chotu: “ Comedy ah...breaking rule ya..I show you ya”

Then Chotu disconnected the power chord of the CPU and was walking out of the room, but Motu caught a glimpse of my CD case. He opened it.

Motu: “ Ina...bhaat is dish?”

Duggu(whispers to me): " Is he blind?"

Me: “ Some CDs”

Motu took out a CD...the one which had a provocative cover and ordered me to play it. M sure that he thought it was porn and was hoping it cld give him an erection. But to his dismay, the CD was clean...a regular Hollywood flick. So the bastard fast forwarded the content till he came to a smooching scene.

Motu(horny and gay): “ Ai yo... dish ish naat ghood”

He then picked up another CD and ordered me to play it. The pervert fast forwarded the content, till he found something to arouse him. This went on for sometime. While playing one of the CD’s, he skipped to a scene where the actress, fully dressed was getting wet in the rain. The ass was trying to get a peek of her assets.

By the way, all this time Motu was trying to fulfill his fantasies, Chotu was sitting, his head down with shame. Not once did he look at the screen.

Chotu( shaking his head): “ Ae, I am 29 yrs old ya and till now I not even touching girl. And you...doing unwanted things in collg ya”

I didn’t know whether to feel sorry for Chotu or apologise to him for using the computer. I did neither. The three of us, Me , Duggu and Kammo burst out laughing. Poor guy...a 29 year old virgin.

Motu took out the Nth CD...still trying to get an erection.

Me: “ We have collg tomorrow”

Motu(losing patience) : “ Bhait you”

He flipped through my CD case till he found what he was looking for...



Motu( big smile on his face) played the disk. He immediately got up with excitement. There was a love making scene on. The poor guy could not control it...he was desperate for an orgasm.

Motu to Chotu(in a hurry): “ Shar...unbhonted things”

Chotu looked up and immediately turned around, shaking his head.

Me(to Kammo):"I think Chotu is gay!!"

Motu fast forwarded the content of the disk for the final time( almost satisfied) and asked me to write down the names of all the CD’s I had and asked the three of us to sign the sheet. We agreed because we just wanted to get rid of both of them...before Motu ejaculated in our room.

But before leaving, Chotu did something that he shouldn’t have. He took my CD case and walked out. We had an argument but he refused to return the case.

Chotu: “ Ae…fighting ya...I give this to Principal…you take from him”

Me: “ This is my personal property and you have no right to take it”

Chotu: “ Ae...watching unwanted things ...take from Principal ya”

I was going to raise my hand, but Kammo stopped me.

Kammo: “ Dude relax,he is a 29 year old virgin.Have mercy.Don’t kill him right now”

The three of us burst our laughing and Motu too had a big grin on his face.M sure that Motu was thrilled, coz now he cld whack off in peace.Loser! Unwanted things...Ballz!

It was two in the morning and Chotu.... had awoken the ‘ Villains of the Night’.

Part 3... to be continued...


P.S. All of you who don't know what 'Sex and the City' is, lemme tell you that it is a soap that used to come on HBO. So don't judge me...I'm a clean guy :-)

'Villains of the Night'

‘ The Flying Penguin’ is a hit and m glad. And yeah btw, even the ‘ XYZ Infotech’ placement got cancelled.LOL!

It’s a boring Monday night. No one is online…no movies…no alcohol(low on cash), so here I am, writing my next post.

Hostel life is the best. It’s a whole different world. Everyone is in the same boat….shit food, shit water, shitty rooms and even shittier…THE RULES. And what better way to safeguard those rules… appoint the shittiest person as the warden. Our very own ‘Chotu’(Name changed for obvious reasons). With him around there was always enough shit in the hostel(faced it for two long years)

Anything I say about chotu , will be too LITTLE . The man is a legend… future principal in the making. But inspite of all those qualities, me and my roomies, (Duggu and Kammo) made chotu realize that no amount of his heroism and bravery could change us…for the better.

It all started with the ’10 pm gate locking’ system. Btw, the gate m referring to is the glass door entrance to the hostel. How could we insomniacs bear this. Something had to be done. So we, the ‘Villains of the Night’, used our engineering skills to remove the chain, without breaking the lock and off we were to our ‘adda’… ‘Ascendas’. The following night, again the same situation but the problem a lil more complex. Chotu cut the chain, shortened it and then locked the door(Chotu used his own engineering skills). So the three of us had some thinking to do and we had the entire night in the hostel to do so.

The next evening at around 7 pm, Duggu found the chain and the lock and flushed it down the toilet. When the guard came to lock the door, there was a big tamasha. Chotu started interrogating everyone in the hostel and we like lil angels just kept on saying “I don’t know”. So Chotu tried another technique. He went to each of our juniors and started bribing them in his own way.

Chotu: “ Ae...what ya...why creating problem ya. you tell me ya, who hid lock. Ya..I give you good marks in internals ya!”

Hakka Noodles(one of my juniors): “Sir, I am in the mechanical department and you are in another department. How can you help me? “

Chotu(ego hurt):” What comedy ahh...Don't comedy ya...you not knowing, who I am”

Hakka Noodles: “Sir, I know who you are…you are chotu”

Chotu(pissed off) gives up and goes to the next one. Similar reply (We have trained our juniors well)

Chotu breaks his head and finally gives up and all of us call it a night..... Ya!

The next day…

We, ‘The Villains of the Night’, proud of our yesterdays doing, decided to paint the town red. But to our dismay, we found the door locked again… this time with even a bigger lock.

Villains of the Night(in unison): ” That Mother fuc*in bastard”

After some quick thinking, we tried our luck with the hostel mess door. It was open. So we tip toed our way out of the hostel and walked through the jungles of our college(with only Duggu’s Nokia 1100 torch light flashing) and reached the main road. Yipeeee! The party had just begun.

But our luck ran out. That SOB…Chotu, somehow found out about our adventure(m sure he has spies) and put the grandest of all locks on the mess door.

So now we had to use the oldest trick in the book… ‘The big book of breaking hostel rules’!! Bribe the guards. Kammo offered the hostel guard some fags(a decent brand). But the cheeky bastard wanted only bidis(Indian cigarettes) and not any bidi…. only ‘Kuber’ bidi. What an ass!

Anyways, we fulfilled his wishes and the plan worked to perfection. We struck a deal with him and he promised to let us out of the hostel every night, if we gave him four packs of his beloved KUBER.

Peace at last. The code cracked and the password ... KUBER!

But this was just the beginning of our hostel lives.

Part 2….to be continued…

'Osama and his Mama '

This is a self-composed rap on Osama. I would like to thank my seniors in college, especially Deepak a.k.a Bhopu. If he had not ragged me,I wld not have come up with this master piece(that is what most of them said) or piece of shit(screw those bastards)

Here it goes....

Osama Bin Laden is the king of Stan
He is the big bad leader of Taliban
He loves to play with guns and knives
Who the hell knows he has how many wives!

Osama Bin Laden has a big black beard
He's so damn tall and so damn weird
"Jihad" is what he loves to shout
Oh Man! Why doesn't he shut his stinkin mouth.

Chorus: Go Osama, go Osama
Behave yourself or we'll F_ _ _ your mama

Osama was once an engineer
Yeah damn right, that was his career
Then to his lousy mind came a thought
And the jerk took up arms and quit his job

Then Bin Laden became the mosey head
To achieve his damn goal, he shot people dead
The government pleaded him to stop his revolt
To which he said, " You mother fuc_in whore!"

Chorus...

Osama went left, Osama went right
He killed all men and took their wives
The US army took care of the show
But instead of Osama, they killed his bro!

So Osama attacked the USA
For which a heavy price he had to pay
Bush tried to hunt him and chain him down
And now the bitc_ is nowhere to be found.

Chorus...


Btw, I performed the rap on our college freshers' day, 2005 with Abhilash a.k.a Duggu doing the chorus. Yeah I had to censor the F word but what the F..it was all worth it.

'The Flying Penguin'

It is Friday afternoon and yet again, I have bunked college. Here I am, relaxing at home, 'smoke on the water' playing in the background and writing my second post.

M sure all of you must have seen the film, 'HAPPY FEET'...the penguin movie. And m sure most of you must have found the penguins cute and all ' kuchi kuchi' crap. But the penguin I have in mind is a lil different. This penguin does not dance(even if it does, i don't wanna see it..eewww ),it can fly or thinks that it can fly.

I'm in my final year and apparently our placements are on. There are two people in charge. One , the flying penguin(lets call her TFP) and lets call the other, the beer man(TBM). TBM is my bum chum..langotiya yaar...TASMAC buddy, so he is always there to back me up and my batch mates too. But TFP can't be trusted. Everyone knows that but no one wants to make enemies. But when a penguin starts flying(or starts to think so), you know something is wrong and someone has to get it back to the ground. That is where I step in. So one boring day in coll, I enter TFP 's 'so called 'domain and the conversation goes as follows...

AC: "Hello ma'am, how are things, what is happening?"
TFP: "That is the problem...nothing is happening."
AC: "I know that...I was just being sarcastic."
TFP(a lil pissed now):"yeah yeah."
AC:" I heard that 'XYZ infotech' is coming for placements... what is the company all about and wat are they offering?"
TFP:"If there is something worth telling you, I'll pass on the information."
AC(damn that B_ _ _ _):"In that case, I will have to go to 'XYZ 'myself and ask the employees, because I don't wanna be kept in the dark. I don't wanna make the same mistake that I made with 'GA' (prev company which came for placements)..."
TFP(ego hurt):" So now you are being picky. You expect Microsoft to come and recruit you?"
AC(damn the B):" I don't, but I rather know smthing abt 'XYZ infotech' before I sit for it."
TFP:" It is very easy comment. Have you done anything for the college placements?Have you used your contacts?"

So let me make this clear...according to TFP, only if I help her out with the placements or get some companies to coll, only then will I have access to all the coll placement material(which btw is negligible)..SCREW HER!

Now I got into my fighting boots and the scorpion was ready to sting the TFP.

AC:" I have contacts only with ORACLE and IBM(all carp..lol) and they will not come to a shitty coll like ours. They may recruit me(my contacts) but other students from coll looks difficult."
TFP:"That is not for you to decide...you are just selfish."
AC:" If I have any chance of getting through ORACLE, why should I spoil it?"
TFP:"You are just too selfish(NOTE: twice she said the same thing)..."
AC:" I and CHIPPY(no comments) have done so much for the coll(culturals ...etc..etc) and the coll has never reciprocated..we have slogged our asses for three yrs. So why should I be foolish and do smthing for the coll, when I just have one more freaking yr to go?”
TFP: “ You are just too selfish(third time)..”
Ok... so now the fight took an unexpected turn. TFP was blank and had nothing to say. My poison was acting on her. So now TFP gets a lil psychotic.
TFP: “ So just because you have organised the culturals, you think you are eligible to be placed?”
AC: “ I never said that. All I am saying is that we have worked hard to get admission in coll(yeah right), we have worked hard for three yrs, to fulfil the eligibility criteria for placements, so now the least bit the coll can do is get some companies for us.”
TFP: “ See it is all about you...you are just too selfish(4th time)...”
TFP: “ You all are indisciplined and that is why companies do not wanna come”
AC: “ What is your definition of being indiscipline? Wearing jeans, not wearing ID cards or bunking classes?”
TFP: “ You always bunk...you are just too selfish(5th time)...”
AC: “ How does me being selfish and bunking classes...connect?”
TFP(face colour=red): “ So you think we are not eligible to teach you?”
AC: “ no comments”
It was all blah blah blah from here. TFP made no sense at all. She commented on me being over smart and rejecting the 'GA' offer. The basic point is, if you don’t know anything abt the company...how can you say yes. It’s your career and you have to make the decision...not some flying penguin or some penguin , who thinks itcan fly. She even said something about me not being there for the presentation, which was given to the 'ABC Infotech' HR.
Anyways, I was not listening to half the things she was saying, Utter non-sense it was. But I tell you, she must have used the sentence “ you are just too selfish” atleast 30 times.
I saw the time by my watch. The next period was gonna start.So I waited for TFP to use her ‘selfish’ sentence again but she said something different...
TFP: “ you are just too self-centered ...”
LOL LOL LOL!!!!
The final blow....
AC: “ Yes I am selfish but so are you. You are doing this placement crap because your name will come in the coll magazine and you will get in the good books of the management. You are not doing it for the students. That is really selfish of you. Period”
But before walking out, I did wish her “ A GOOD AFTERNOON” and thanked her.
TFP... face colour= maroon.
Mission successful... The flying penguin back to being just a penguin.